hd inspiration for bonfoi (2)
Author: Anonymous
Recipient: bonfoi
Title: Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets (2 of 4)
Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets 2 of 4
It had been a good, but stressful, week at work. Harry and Ron's team had brought in a small group of Neo-Death Eaters - mostly young wizards who were stupid enough to think that being a Death Eater would be cool. Draco had his part in it, too, since the Sticky Shoes he had invented had allowed the Aurors to walk up the outside of the building and catch the group in the middle of a meeting.
Harry walked into Draco's office at the end of the day, grinning from ear to ear. It was finally Friday, which meant a bit of time off and that meant more time with Draco. He made sure Ron wasn't around before he closed the door. "So, got any plans?" he asked Draco, moving to sit down on the edge of the desk.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Oh, I can think of plenty I would like to do ... to you," he drawled.
"Really," Harry said, pretending to sound surprised. "Well, I'd like to know what's on your mind."
The blond smirked. "Oh, I believe you will have to let me show you if you really want to know," he purred.
"Well, in that case ... tonight?" Harry asked hopefully. "Your place?"
"You bring dinner; I'll take care of dessert," Draco promised, eyes caressing the other man even though, at work, he didn't dare touch him.
Harry had to really stop himself from crawling over the table and pulling his lover into a kiss. "It's a date," he murmured, slowly getting up and brushing his trousers off.
Draco watched those hands with envy, his own fingers curling into his palms. "See you then," he answered and watched Harry's arse with barely concealed lust as the man left the room.
Harry glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, waving. "See you."
***
Draco actually managed to go home a bit early so he could have things ready when Harry got there. He hoped the other man would enjoy his plans. It was a bit kinkier than what they had done so far.
Harry walked up to Draco's flat carrying a few containers of Italian food that he knew the other man enjoyed. He had only visited Draco's flat a couple times and he knew that it was nice, much better than the one he and Ron shared. It was neater and more tastefully decorated. Not that it wasn't expected from a Malfoy. He knocked on the door and then turned to lean against it, hoping the man was close enough to hear it. He couldn't wait to see what Draco had in store for the two of them tonight. There was just something about the way he said that Harry would just have to see. That mysterious part of him always drove Harry wild, and it had been so hard not to jump Draco earlier at work.
Draco opened the door, grinning at the eager looking man on his step.
"Hey," Harry said, leaning in to give Draco a small kiss on the lips. "I’m here."
Draco pulled him into the flat, wrapping his arms about him and leaning forward to kiss him.
Harry smiled and leaned up, wrapping his free arm around Draco's neck. "Missed me?"
"Missed this," Draco said, nipping at the man's lips.
"Mm, me too," Harry murmured, smiling before he leaned back. "I brought dinner like you said."
"What did you bring me?" Draco said, leading the man to his dining room.
Harry shrugged and followed. "Nothing really special. Just spaghetti. But with that really good pasta sauce we had before."
They sat together and ate, talking about things at work and then about their Animagus project. They decided to work on it more the next day. "But tonight I have other plans for you."
"As you've told me," Harry said, setting down his fork and wiping off his mouth. "Dessert, as you called it."
Draco grinned and took Harry's hand, leading him to the door of his bedroom. "Trust me?" he asked.
Harry tilted his head curiously before he slowly nodded. "I trust you," he answered, wondering when he started to.
Draco grinned and held up a band of cloth. "Put this on."
Harry took the cloth, blinking and holding it up. "A blindfold?" he finally asked, looking a little confused.
"I thought you liked taking chances?" Draco teased.
"I do," Harry murmured, and then slipped his glasses off, folding them and holding them out for Draco to take before laying the cloth over his eyes and tying it behind his head.
Draco tucked the glasses into a pocket and took Harry's hand, leading him into his bedroom. He drew him over to stand beside the bed and then began to slowly strip him, kissing and stroking his lover's skin as he did.
It was strange not being able to see what the other man was doing. Harry couldn't see when he was going to be kissed or touched, so each was a surprise, arousing him within moments. He reached out to touch Draco in return, but didn't lean in closer to kiss him, afraid he'd miss his lips.
Draco stood back, admiring the naked man for a moment. Then gently pushed him back. "Lie on the bed," he told him.
Harry reached back to feel the edge of the bed before he sat down and then lay back slowly.
Draco stripped his own clothes quickly. "Spread your arms and legs," he said.
"When are you going to tell me what you're planning?" Harry asked then, spreading his legs and then his arms. He knew he trusted Draco, but he had to admit that this put him a little on edge.
Draco climbed onto the bed, leaning over to kiss Harry again. In a low seductive voice, he spoke into Harry's ear. "I intend to tie you to this bed and then pleasure you until you beg for release."
Harry breathed in sharply when he heard the words, swallowing hard. He slowly let it out and then nodded eagerly, his hips rising. "Don't let me stop you ...."
"I won't," Draco promised, reaching up and securing Harry's wrists to the leather cuffs he had attached with chains to the bedposts.
Harry tested the strength of the cuffs almost immediately, tugging at them a few times.
Draco moved down and secured Harry's ankles with cuffs as well. "Now I have you at my mercy, Potter," he drawled, thinking it sounded like something he would have said back in school.
Harry laughed slightly, hoping the other man didn't catch the hint of nervousness in it. "First time for everything," he mumbled. "Enjoy it while it lasts."
"I am hoping you will enjoy it," Draco said. He picked up a feather and used it to tease Harry's right nipple.
Harry grinned and then laughed softly. It took him a moment to figure out that Draco was running a feather over him, which at first tickled, and it still did, but it was also beginning to feel good, his nipple hardening.
Draco teased both nipples until they were hard and then worked it down Harry's body to his cock, running the feather along the shaft.
Harry began to moan in both anticipation and arousal, never too sure of what Draco's next move would be. So far he was definitely enjoying it, even though he had only been teased with a feather.
The blond smiled, his own cock twitching in anticipation. He reached for the jar beside the bed. It contained a feather applicator and honey dust. He returned to teasing his lover, coating his nipples, cock and balls in the stuff.
Harry could feel something being brushed on him, but he couldn't stop Draco to ask him, his hips lifting and rolling to try and get more. It felt like he was being brushed with more than one feather this time.
"Do you like that?" Draco asked, feathered toy caressing Harry's balls now.
Harry nodded as he gasped, his hands clenching into fists. "More ...."
"Tell me what you want," Draco encouraged, eager himself but wanting this to be all about Harry.
"Anything, just more," Harry replied quickly and a little desperately, not wanting Draco to stop now.
"Anything?" Draco asked. He used the bundle of feathers to coat his own cock, too.
"Anything, Draco," Harry repeated, tugging on the cuffs now.
Draco moved up and crouched over Harry's face, rubbing the head of his prick against the man's lips. "Lick it," he whispered.
Harry leaned up the best he could, parting his lips and licking at the tip of Draco's cock, surprised when he tasted something out of the ordinary. He leaned back and licked his lips, tasting more of it. "Honey?" he asked curiously, enjoying the taste.
Draco laughed in delight. "I did promise you dessert," he told him. "Honey dust."
"You did," Harry said, laughing before he leaned up to find Draco's cock again, licking away more of the sweet dust.
"Mmm," Draco hummed. "That's good."
Harry smiled and continued to lick for a few minutes before he leaned up further to pull more of him into his mouth. It was beginning to put a little strain on his shoulders, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle just yet.
Draco knelt there, watching while Harry sucked him. It felt so very good. He was still a bit in awe that the two of them were together. He kept the position until he was very wet and hard and ready to move before he came too soon. "Now it's my turn," he said.
Harry let himself lay back on the bed and licked his lips, the taste of the honey lingering. "Good," he murmured, waiting for his next move.
Draco chuckled at the smug tone of the other man, moving down to lick the honey dust from Harry's nipples.
Harry was expecting Draco to do a little more than this, his hips rolling once again. "Draco ...."
Draco hummed around the flesh in his mouth.
"Stop teasing," Harry finally moaned, needing more.
Draco lifted his head, blowing on the wet nipple he had just been sucking. "You in a hurry?" he chided. "Tell me what you want, then."
"You know bloody well what I want!" Harry exclaimed, scowling in frustration.
This was fun, Draco decided as he licked lower, cleaning the dust from Harry's belly as he went. "So now for my big sweet," he declared when he reached Harry's cock.
"Get on with it," Harry insisted.
Draco grinned. "Pushy bottom," he said before using his tongue to lick a long stripe up the underside of the other man's cock.
"Shut up," Harry managed to whisper, a small shudder going up his spine.
"Oh, but I think you want my mouth open, don't you," Draco purred, continuing the long licks along the shaft.
"Yeah, don't stop," Harry groaned, lifting his hips. "Suck me ...."
That made Draco's body shiver in delight. Harry Potter begging him for it was just what he wanted. "Yes," he answered and licked the sticky crown, swirling his tongue.
Harry moaned loudly in relief, wishing he could reach to slide his fingers into Draco's soft hair. "That's good," he murmured, trying to thrust up into his mouth.
"Keep talking, tell me what to do," Draco told him, the tip of his tongue licking the slit on top of Harry's cock.
"Take more inside your mouth," Harry said immediately, biting his lip.
Draco slid his mouth over the head, sucking lightly.
"Suck harder," Harry whimpered, feeling his toes curl.
"Mmm," Draco agreed, sucking and licking enthusiastically now, bobbing his head to take more inside.
"Yes," Harry hissed softly, thrusting as much as he could up into Draco's mouth. Now that things were going his way, he was liking this a lot more; even if he couldn't touch Draco like he wanted.
Draco lost himself in honey-flavoured cock and the sounds of his lover.
Harry's hips had started to tremble, his moans increasing until he had to bite down on his lip again to quiet himself. "I'm close," he mumbled, as he continued panting hard.
Draco drew back, no longer touching the blindfolded and tied man whose cock bobbed as if to demand more.
"That doesn't mean stop!" Harry cried out, lifting his head to look down at where he knew Draco was. "Come on!"
Draco reached for his own wand then, bending his knee to position the tip of his wand at his own entrance and casting both Stretching and Lube Charms.
Harry was waiting for Draco to continue, only feeling the man move, but not reply. "Draco?" he asked. "Please don't stop now ...."
Draco straddled Harry's hips then. "No, not stopping," he answered. "Just changing positions."
Harry didn't feel Draco's fingers anywhere near him, so he assumed he would be the one fucking. Which was perfectly fine with him. "Gonna ride me?" he asked, relaxing back again with a smirk.
"Yes, tell me to and I will," Draco answered, reaching back to wrap long fingers around the man's cock and scooting back far enough to position it at his entrance.
"Fuck yourself on my cock," Harry ordered without hesitation, imagining the look Draco would get on his face once he heard the words. He would probably smirk and his cheeks would colour just a bit.
Harry would have been pleased to see just that and Draco trembled, rubbing the head of the man's cock against his hole. "Yes," he said. "Do you want to see me?"
"Yes, of course I do," Harry replied, hissing softly when he was teased once again. "I want to hold your hips, not to control you, but to feel just how much effort you're putting into this all for me."
Draco's wand was nearby and he took it, using it to release all the bindings.
It took Harry a short moment to realize that he was freed, but once he did he reached up to pull the blindfold away, blinking at sudden light. Draco's shape was blurry above him, but suddenly that didn't matter as he sat up and reached to cup the man's face in his hands, pulling him into a deep kiss.
Draco gasped, sliding down onto Harry's cock even as the man's tongue slid into his mouth.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, his hands moving down and holding the man's hips just like he said he wanted to. "Fuck yourself," he whispered against his lips.
Every time Harry spoke like that, Draco could nearly come just from the heat it sparked inside him. "Oh, yes, fucking myself on your cock," he gasped, rocking up and back now, feeling the burn and pleasure of flesh in flesh.
Harry's eyes slid shut as he kissed down along the side of Draco's face and neck. "Yes, Draco," he encouraged, burying his face in his neck, his hands tightening around the man's hips. He was still holding back, wanting Draco to feel like he was in control.
"Yes, more, yes," Draco growled, his own cock bouncing against Harry's belly as he worked his hips.
Harry kissed and nipped at the skin, sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark of his own. He usually didn't go that far, knowing that leaving visible marks would lead to questions being asked at work, but right now he didn't care. He felt he needed to claim Draco as his, and if this was the only way to do it, then so be it. He reached to wrap his fingers around Draco's cock, stroking him as the man continued to move, his own hips beginning to thrust up.
"Yes, ohhhh," Draco cried out, loving every touch, every nip of his flesh and most certainly, every thrust. His head spun with the pleasure of it as he got closer to his orgasm.
Harry's hand sped up along with his hips, thrusting up hard with each one of Draco's movements. "So close," he gasped, using the hand that was gripping Draco's hip to pull him down faster as well, unable to control himself. "Come with me!"
Draco groaned as he thrust himself down, impaling himself as far onto Harry as he could, coming in long spurts between them.
It was the mixture of Draco's final groan and his thrust that triggered Harry's orgasm. His arms tightened around Draco before he lay back on the bed, still shuddering.
Draco collapsed atop him, face pressed to Harry's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, body shuddering in the aftermath.
Harry sighed in satisfaction, just holding Draco as close as possible. His skin felt sticky from the mixture of honey dust and sweat, but he didn't seem to care about it at all. "That was fun," he finally whispered, running his hand up and down Draco's back.
Fun did not even begin to cover it. Draco sighed contentedly. He moved up so that he could let the other man slide from his body.
"I'll assume that was you agreeing with me," Harry murmured, chuckling softly.
"Do you always top from the bottom?" Draco asked, smirking as he lay down beside him.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the question, blushing just a little. "I don't think I had much of a choice in this case?"
Draco laughed at that. "So next time, you tie me up," he suggested.
"Next time," Harry replied, smiling at him. He had never tried something as bold as this before, but it made him curious now. "It surprised me that you still wanted me to be in control, though."
Draco flushed, looking down for a minute. "I ... I enjoy it when you ... tell me," he admitted.
"That much was obvious," Harry said, looking amused as he reached to tilt Draco's head up again.
Draco looked into those green eyes and swore that alone made him aroused again. "Does that ... bother you?"
"Course it doesn't bother me," Harry said, sliding an arm around Draco's waist. "If it did, do you think I'd still be this interested in you?"
"Why are you interested in me?" Draco asked, not able to control a second blush at the question.
"Hm," Harry hummed and then Summoned his wand, waving it to clean up the mess on them first. Then he Summoned his glasses and slipped them on, staring at Draco. "Well. You're unpredictable, for one."
Draco smiled at both the way Harry took charge even then and at his words. "And?"
"You're gorgeous," Harry added, grinning. "That's all that should matter, right?" He was joking, but this really was a loaded question. He had to think hard about it.
Draco was hoping for more and kicked himself mentally for it. If this was just a fling for Potter, he shouldn't get his hopes up.
Harry could tell that wasn't what Draco was looking for, so he continued, leaning in closer as he spoke again, "And ... at some moments, I can just ... I can see you and I together. For years to come. I might be being a little too optimistic, but ...." He swallowed and blushed, taking a deep breath. "Is it strange to have memorised your little quirks by now?"
Draco smiled, almost shyly then, his heart speeding up at the implications. "My quirks?" he whispered.
"Yeah. Those little things you do. Like when we're eating out, you almost always wipe your mouth with the napkin after your third bite. You smirk and blush whenever I say something that you like. Your nose scrunches up just a little and your cheeks almost completely flush when you're close to coming. The only other time your nose scrunches up like that is when you hear or see something disgusting. But it's usually not done exactly the same way," Harry said slowly, watching the man for his reaction. He was trained to be very observant, so he could always say he couldn't help it.
The flush then must have been brilliant, Draco thought. Harry words brought him as much pleasure now as his body had before. He was shocked and delighted. He was so overwhelmed he didn't know what to say to that so he leaned in and kissed Harry.
Harry kissed Draco back softly, reaching up to cup the other man's cheek. "I think that means you're happy."
Draco nodded, pressing his forehead to Harry's and closing his eyes. "Yes," he whispered, "very."
***
Draco and Harry starting spending more time together but were careful to usually pick nights when Ron was spending time with Hermione. Ron knew that Harry had become friends with Draco but still didn't know it was more than that.
And they were still working secretly on perfecting the Animagus Spell. Draco had had a near success the last time when the hair on his body had grown thicker. He had worried he would have to shave the white-blond fur but a "Finite Incantatem" had sent it away, although not before Harry had tried petting it.
Now they were at Harry and Ron's flat, pizza box empty and trying again to change into animals.
Harry leaned back into the sofa, his feet on top of the coffee table. Figuring out how to change into an animal was definitely just as hard as he thought it would be, but it was fun. Especially since he got to spend more time with Draco.
"Okay," he said, tapping his wand against his chin. He looked up at Draco, smirking. "Try again?"
"If I end up with fur that won't go away, it's your fault," Draco smirked and stood in the centre of the room, wand ready.
"Sure, I'd help you shave every day," Harry said, grinning at him. "Go on and do it again."
Draco snorted at the image of Harry shaving him and thought he was a real pervert that he found it vaguely erotic to think about. He had to push the thought away to try to focus on the spell. He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths and then cast the spell. He felt the tingling in his skin again and then, to his surprise, a kind of spinning and stretching as he changed.
Harry jumped up when Draco actually began to shift, never having seen him go past growing hair. "Draco," he whispered, stepping around the table to get a closer look.
Draco looked up and then jumped -- literally -- when he found Potter seemed huge and looming over him. He was on all fours and when he looked down he could see his "hands" were now white paws. What was he? Was he a leopard? He didn't feel like one.
Harry got down onto his knees and blinked a few times. No, his eyes were not deceiving him, Draco was definitely far from a leopard. He snorted before he burst out laughing, falling back on his arse. A rabbit. Draco Malfoy was a white rabbit!
Draco hopped around in agitation. He couldn't see what he looked like and Potter was laughing. He sounded very loud.
Harry sat back after a few minutes, trying to calm himself down, but once he saw Draco hopping around he burst out laughing again. "Come here, bunny!" he managed to say in between his giggles, holding his arms out for Draco.
Draco felt his nose wrinkle up and twitch, whiskers with it. He could understand what Potter was saying. Bunny? No, not him. He was not a rabbit!
Harry could tell what Draco was doing, even as a rabbit. It was adorable. "Yes, you're a rabbit," he said, crawling over and reaching out to pick him up carefully.
Large hands reached for him and Draco trembled. His eyes grew wide and his ears -- yes, oh, Gods, his ears twitched.
"Aww, you know I won't hurt you," Harry murmured, sitting back and setting Draco down in his lap. He began to pet him, scratching Draco behind his ears, the amused smile still on his face. "So, not exactly a leopard, but I suppose this'll do."
Oh, the petting felt so good! And the scratching, and oh, yes, there! Draco felt the length of his ears as Harry's fingers slid over them. And his bottom wriggled in delight.
Harry chuckled and laid back on the floor, resting Draco on his chest as he continued to pet him. "Hm, I could get used to this," he murmured, looking up at him.
Draco relaxed into the other man's touch, the feeling of those fingers stroking his fur similar to that when Harry played with his hair -- but everywhere! He was relaxed and feeling amazingly content when he heard a sound, his long ears standing up and moving to catch the sound of footsteps on the stairs.
"You hear something? Well, of course you could." Harry ran his fingers back up Draco's hair as he sat up a little, looking over at the door. He heard the next footstep and knew it had to be Ron. There was no way he'd be able to get Draco out of here before he came inside, so he grabbed the man's wand and slid it up his sleeve to hide it.
Draco hopped off of Harry's lap and further away from the door.
Ron opened the door and stepped into the room. "Hey, mate! What's up?"
Harry watched Draco hop away before he got up, grinning when he saw Ron. "Hey, nothing's going on, just sitting around." He shrugged and glanced around, hoping there wasn't any clue that someone else was here.
"What's that?" Ron asked.
"What's what?" Harry asked, playing dumb.
"You had pizza and didn't leave me any?' the ginger-haired man asked, opening the box to look inside.
"Ah, sorry, mate," Harry said, patting his stomach. He had to remember that Ron always did get distracted with food first. "I was so hungry. I could get more."
"You never eat this much on your own," Ron said, frowning. "Don't tell me Malfoy was here again. What's with that? You two seem awfully chummy these days."
Harry shrugged, forcing himself not to glance around the room for the rabbit that was his boyfriend. "He's a good friend," he said, not sure of what else to say.
"Hey, I know he changed sides and all, but really," Ron complained, falling back onto the sofa. "It's not like he isn't still a total prat."
Harry frowned and reached for the pizza box, picking it up to take it out to the garbage. "But that's a part of who he is," he said, curiously glancing around as he walked.
Draco was under the coffee table, peeking out and, of course, listening in on the conversation.
"So he makes things, and yeah, he's kind of clever at that," Ron said grudgingly. "But he's still arrogant and smug and always yanking our chain."
"I've gotten used to it," Harry said, smiling a little when he saw Draco. "It's not so hard to once you get to really know him."
Ron frowned and then his eyes fell on the white rabbit. "What is that?" he asked, eyes wide.
Harry bit his lip, easily figuring out what the man was looking at. "Well, that's obvious, Ron. It's a rabbit."
Ron made a confused face. "Why is there a rabbit in our front room?" he asked as he leaned over and reached for him.
Draco squeaked and hopped backwards, thumping into the underside of the coffee table as he did. He wasn't used to how strong his back legs were.
Harry winced and got down on his knees in front of the table, reaching to pick Draco up before Ron could get to him. "I've always wanted a rabbit, didn't you know that?" he lied, rubbing where Draco hit his head.
Draco lifted his head into Harry's fingers and regarded Weasley suspiciously. The man seemed very big at the moment.
"Since when? And won't he crap on the floor and stuff?" Ron asked.
"No, he's well trained," Harry assured Ron, smirking slightly. "Isn't that right?" He nudged his nose against Draco's before he could stop himself.
Draco wiggled his own nose and his bottom at the same time.
Ron reached over to pet him and Draco nipped his fingers. "Bloody beast," Weasley complained.
"You'll just have to get used to him," Harry said, grinning.
"The little bugger bit me," Ron continued to complain, sucking on his injured finger.
Draco wriggled and then hopped out of Harry's hands to the floor.
"Oh, you've had worse happen to you," Harry huffed, rolling his eyes as he glanced at Ron's finger. He didn't reach to pick Draco up again when he hopped out of his hands, letting him go.
"I think that thing hates me," Ron grumbled. He looked warily down at the rabbit. "Do that again and I'll have rabbit mittens for winter."
"No, you will not," Harry said seriously, glaring at Ron. That was his boyfriend he was talking about!
The rabbit hopped over to Ron and peed on his shoes.
Ron yelped and tried to kick Draco.
Harry wasn't sure of what Draco was doing at first, but once he realized it he quickly reached out for him and pulled him out of the way before Ron could hurt him. "Dra ... Drury!" Harry quickly said, tapping the rabbit on the nose.
Ron was shouting curses and kicking his shoes off.
Draco squeaked at the painful hit to his sensitive nose. He glared at Potter, tempted to bite him, too.
"Bad rabbit," Harry said, looking down at Draco. There was a small hint of a smile on his lips, but he didn't let it stay there too long.
"Oh, Ron, calm down! Are you a wizard or what?" Harry got his wand and whispered a quick cleaning spell, tidying up the floor and Ron's shoes. "There!"
Ron huffed. "It stays in your room then."
"Fine with me," Harry replied, gently rubbing his thumb over Draco's nose now in apology.
Draco relaxed into that touch again, rubbing eagerly back.
Harry petted him for a few more minutes before he moved to get up, still holding Draco close. "I'm going to head off to bed now. Talk to you tomorrow, Ron," he said, walking off to his room and stepping inside. He closed the door behind him and locked it, pulling his wand out to murmur a Silencing Charm so that he wouldn't be heard.
Draco was pleased, smirking even in rabbit form. He'd never gotten to spend the night at Harry's flat with him before.
"You really shouldn't do that again, next time," Harry started to say, setting Draco down on his bed. "It was funny, yes, but I might not be able to stop him then."
Draco couldn't say anything so he didn't, just twitching his nose and looking up at Harry. He had enjoyed that. Now he wanted to be petted again.
Harry sighed and undressed, sitting down next to him on the bed with only his boxers on. He set their wands on the side table and then laid back on the bed, pulling Draco closer. "But you're just too adorable for me to stay mad at," he said, reaching over to pet him again.
Draco hopped onto Harry's chest and wriggled under his hand again. He perched there, enjoying the caresses until he found himself oddly aroused. Well, being aroused by Harry's touch wasn't odd, but being a rabbit while being aroused -- that was.
Harry was oblivious to how this was affecting Draco. He did find it strange that he was petting a rabbit in bed, but then he'd just think that this was his Draco. "It's so soft," he whispered, closing his eyes.
Draco began to wriggle his bottom more, rubbing his arousal against the man's body underneath him.
Harry opened his eyes when he felt Draco moving, lifting him up above himself curiously. "What are you doing?" he asked, tilting his head, even though he knew Draco couldn't reply.
Draco dangled -- literally -- legs kicking in the air and little pink cock jutting from his fur.
Harry looked down when he kicked, his eyebrows furrowing when he noticed the pink prick in between all the white fur. He stared and then blushed, resting Draco down on his chest again. "You ... uh, change back."
Draco huffed and then concentrated. Nothing happened. He was still a rabbit.
Harry waited, his eyes widening when Draco didn't change back immediately. "You do want to change back, right?" he asked, picking him up and setting him down on the bed.
Draco hopped in a little circle -- kind of a rabbit equivalent of pacing. He tried to focus again, imagining his normal self. He was very distracted by his current arousal.
Harry bit his lip nervously, just wanting to know that he could change back, and that he wouldn't have a rabbit as a lover for the rest of his life. He shook his head, not even wanting to think about how that would work. "Do you need some kind of motivation?"
Draco nodded, ears standing up.
"Okay, for one, I don't want to fuck or be fucked by a rabbit," Harry said, getting that out in the open. He wasn't even sure how it would happen, but again, he was forcing himself not to think about that. "I prefer you, the real you. How's that?"
Draco thumped his back feet in annoyance. He didn't know how this worked. They had been so focused on getting the spell to work, they hadn't thought a lot about how to stop it.
"I'm sure it won't be so hard once you get it," Harry encouraged, reaching to pet Draco again. "Think you can fall asleep like this?"
Draco shivered at that touch, but lay his chin on his paws in resignation. He was a damn horny little rabbit and couldn't do a thing about it.
Harry continued to pet him, realising that this probably wasn't helping him with his little "problem" but he really couldn't help it. It made him feel bad, though. "Close your eyes and just relax," he whispered, pulling his hand away so he couldn't he distracted.
Draco's ears drooped. Harry was mostly naked, wanting him and they were alone. And Draco was horribly frustrated.
"I'm sorry," Harry said softly, reaching to pick up one of his ears.
Draco shivered at the touch and scooted closer, pressing against Harry's side and closing his eyes.
"Just get some sleep, Draco," Harry murmured, reaching for the blanket. He was glad he had locked the door, so Ron wouldn't be able to walk in on him sleeping with a rabbit. "You'll be back by the time we wake up."
***
In the morning, Draco woke to find Potter was right. He was himself again. His body curled against his lover's, face pressed into his chest. As a rabbit, Potter had smelled even better to him than he normally did -- which was amazing to begin with. Now that sense of smell seemed to linger as he nuzzled Harry.
Harry woke up with a yawn, surprised when he felt someone nuzzling him. He blinked and turned over, looking surprised when he saw Draco. They had only ever slept together in the other man's bed, so this was a change. "All human again, I see," he murmured.
Draco blushed, rolling his eyes. "Yes," he said, "though I can't believe I turned into a bloody rabbit."
"Why was that?" Harry asked, looking amused. "I mean, really, leopard ... rabbit. Not exactly the same."
"Git," Draco complained, shaking his head. "You'd better not tell a soul."
"Well, technically Ron knows," Harry said, laughing. "And brilliant thing you did yesterday, pissing on his shoes."
Draco grinned at that. "Loved that part myself," he agreed. "I can't believe he is still such an arse about me."
"He's Ron," Harry said, as if that was the answer to it all. "Should've been here when I told him Ginny and I were through. And then when I told him I fancied blokes. He overreacts, but he gets over it. Eventually."
Draco didn't look forward to how Ron would "overreact" when he found out about Harry and himself. Right now, he pushed that thought away. "One thing was the same as a rabbit as now," Draco whispered, pressing his body against Harry's to show him.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, reaching to run a hand down Draco's spine. "I felt sorry that I couldn't help you yesterday, but trust me. It was for our own good."
"How is that?" Draco asked, rubbing his, now thankfully much larger, arousal against Harry's hip.
"You were a rabbit," Harry said simply, reaching to push down his own shorts. "Just would've been weird."
Draco smirked, leaning to nip his lover's chin. "I thought you liked weird," he whispered.
"We all have our limits," Harry murmured, turning to kiss him properly. "Undress."
Draco grinned and quickly did as Harry told him, his cock bouncing against his belly as he lay back.
"I prefer your cock, anyway," Harry said, moving down Draco's body to easily suck him into his mouth. He thought of it like an apology for not going on the night before.
"Mmm," Draco responded, fingers plunging into the thick dark hair of his lover. "Yes, that's good."
Harry closed his eyes and concentrating on sucking him off, his head bobbing slowly.
Draco lay back, delighting in Harry's hot wet mouth on him. Eyes closed, he sighed and gasped and pulled gently on his lover's hair.
It amused Harry to think that Ron was just in the next room, unable to hear what was happening. He opened his eyes and sucked harder, wanting Draco to make louder noises, almost wishing his best friend could hear. Sure he'd be flustered and mad, but at least he'd know who owned Malfoy.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped. Then he was coming, groaning as his balls tightened and his body shuddered.
Harry swallowed and moved up before Draco had even finished shuddering, pressing his lips against the man's. "Mm, wanted to do that since yesterday," he murmured.
Draco licked those still slick lips of his lover, humming in delight. He reached between them, fingers wrapping around Harry's shaft. "Now what do you want?" he whispered, spreading his legs invitingly.
Despite wanting to fuck Draco into the sheets, Harry held back, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Ron woke up and went about waking Harry up. "Suck me off for now," he whispered in reply, running his fingers over Draco's lips. He moved up so that he was straddling Draco's chest, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow.
Draco smirked, body shivering from the desire he felt for that hot man kneeling on top of him. He kept his eyes on Potter's face as he wrapped fingers around him and licked the crown of his cock.
"Mm, more," Harry said quietly, shuffling up to try and slip more of his cock into Draco's mouth.
The angle was awkward but the view was hot and Draco did his best to lick and suck, hands coming up to squeeze Harry's arse as he did.
Harry reached to grip Draco's hair, his eyes sliding shut as he leaned over him. His hips began to thrust gently, but not enough to choke him. "Yes, that's perfect," he gasped.
Draco loved it when Harry praised him and it spurred him to do more, humming happily as he sucked.
Harry only had to thrust a few more times before he was coming, groaning loudly and going still. He thought he almost slipped back into Draco's throat, and that only made him shudder harder.
Draco swallowed, and kept his mouth working even if the angle made it hard to get it all and some leaked out the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks.
Harry slowly pulled back, looking down at Draco and licking his lips. "That's a nice look on you," he commented softly, reaching to catch a bit of the come on his thumb before offering it to Draco.
"You on me," Draco answered breathlessly, sucking Harry's thumb into his mouth then.
"How it should be," Harry murmured, wiping the rest off of his face and giving it to him the same way until he was clean.
Draco caressed Harry's arse and thighs as the man knelt atop him. He licked his lips as Harry pulled his thumb from his mouth again.
Harry moved back, sitting down on Draco's thighs. "So. Now that we're awake ... hungry?"
Draco chuckled. "I just ate."
Part 3
Recipient: bonfoi
Title: Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets (2 of 4)
Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets 2 of 4
It had been a good, but stressful, week at work. Harry and Ron's team had brought in a small group of Neo-Death Eaters - mostly young wizards who were stupid enough to think that being a Death Eater would be cool. Draco had his part in it, too, since the Sticky Shoes he had invented had allowed the Aurors to walk up the outside of the building and catch the group in the middle of a meeting.
Harry walked into Draco's office at the end of the day, grinning from ear to ear. It was finally Friday, which meant a bit of time off and that meant more time with Draco. He made sure Ron wasn't around before he closed the door. "So, got any plans?" he asked Draco, moving to sit down on the edge of the desk.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Oh, I can think of plenty I would like to do ... to you," he drawled.
"Really," Harry said, pretending to sound surprised. "Well, I'd like to know what's on your mind."
The blond smirked. "Oh, I believe you will have to let me show you if you really want to know," he purred.
"Well, in that case ... tonight?" Harry asked hopefully. "Your place?"
"You bring dinner; I'll take care of dessert," Draco promised, eyes caressing the other man even though, at work, he didn't dare touch him.
Harry had to really stop himself from crawling over the table and pulling his lover into a kiss. "It's a date," he murmured, slowly getting up and brushing his trousers off.
Draco watched those hands with envy, his own fingers curling into his palms. "See you then," he answered and watched Harry's arse with barely concealed lust as the man left the room.
Harry glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, waving. "See you."
***
Draco actually managed to go home a bit early so he could have things ready when Harry got there. He hoped the other man would enjoy his plans. It was a bit kinkier than what they had done so far.
Harry walked up to Draco's flat carrying a few containers of Italian food that he knew the other man enjoyed. He had only visited Draco's flat a couple times and he knew that it was nice, much better than the one he and Ron shared. It was neater and more tastefully decorated. Not that it wasn't expected from a Malfoy. He knocked on the door and then turned to lean against it, hoping the man was close enough to hear it. He couldn't wait to see what Draco had in store for the two of them tonight. There was just something about the way he said that Harry would just have to see. That mysterious part of him always drove Harry wild, and it had been so hard not to jump Draco earlier at work.
Draco opened the door, grinning at the eager looking man on his step.
"Hey," Harry said, leaning in to give Draco a small kiss on the lips. "I’m here."
Draco pulled him into the flat, wrapping his arms about him and leaning forward to kiss him.
Harry smiled and leaned up, wrapping his free arm around Draco's neck. "Missed me?"
"Missed this," Draco said, nipping at the man's lips.
"Mm, me too," Harry murmured, smiling before he leaned back. "I brought dinner like you said."
"What did you bring me?" Draco said, leading the man to his dining room.
Harry shrugged and followed. "Nothing really special. Just spaghetti. But with that really good pasta sauce we had before."
They sat together and ate, talking about things at work and then about their Animagus project. They decided to work on it more the next day. "But tonight I have other plans for you."
"As you've told me," Harry said, setting down his fork and wiping off his mouth. "Dessert, as you called it."
Draco grinned and took Harry's hand, leading him to the door of his bedroom. "Trust me?" he asked.
Harry tilted his head curiously before he slowly nodded. "I trust you," he answered, wondering when he started to.
Draco grinned and held up a band of cloth. "Put this on."
Harry took the cloth, blinking and holding it up. "A blindfold?" he finally asked, looking a little confused.
"I thought you liked taking chances?" Draco teased.
"I do," Harry murmured, and then slipped his glasses off, folding them and holding them out for Draco to take before laying the cloth over his eyes and tying it behind his head.
Draco tucked the glasses into a pocket and took Harry's hand, leading him into his bedroom. He drew him over to stand beside the bed and then began to slowly strip him, kissing and stroking his lover's skin as he did.
It was strange not being able to see what the other man was doing. Harry couldn't see when he was going to be kissed or touched, so each was a surprise, arousing him within moments. He reached out to touch Draco in return, but didn't lean in closer to kiss him, afraid he'd miss his lips.
Draco stood back, admiring the naked man for a moment. Then gently pushed him back. "Lie on the bed," he told him.
Harry reached back to feel the edge of the bed before he sat down and then lay back slowly.
Draco stripped his own clothes quickly. "Spread your arms and legs," he said.
"When are you going to tell me what you're planning?" Harry asked then, spreading his legs and then his arms. He knew he trusted Draco, but he had to admit that this put him a little on edge.
Draco climbed onto the bed, leaning over to kiss Harry again. In a low seductive voice, he spoke into Harry's ear. "I intend to tie you to this bed and then pleasure you until you beg for release."
Harry breathed in sharply when he heard the words, swallowing hard. He slowly let it out and then nodded eagerly, his hips rising. "Don't let me stop you ...."
"I won't," Draco promised, reaching up and securing Harry's wrists to the leather cuffs he had attached with chains to the bedposts.
Harry tested the strength of the cuffs almost immediately, tugging at them a few times.
Draco moved down and secured Harry's ankles with cuffs as well. "Now I have you at my mercy, Potter," he drawled, thinking it sounded like something he would have said back in school.
Harry laughed slightly, hoping the other man didn't catch the hint of nervousness in it. "First time for everything," he mumbled. "Enjoy it while it lasts."
"I am hoping you will enjoy it," Draco said. He picked up a feather and used it to tease Harry's right nipple.
Harry grinned and then laughed softly. It took him a moment to figure out that Draco was running a feather over him, which at first tickled, and it still did, but it was also beginning to feel good, his nipple hardening.
Draco teased both nipples until they were hard and then worked it down Harry's body to his cock, running the feather along the shaft.
Harry began to moan in both anticipation and arousal, never too sure of what Draco's next move would be. So far he was definitely enjoying it, even though he had only been teased with a feather.
The blond smiled, his own cock twitching in anticipation. He reached for the jar beside the bed. It contained a feather applicator and honey dust. He returned to teasing his lover, coating his nipples, cock and balls in the stuff.
Harry could feel something being brushed on him, but he couldn't stop Draco to ask him, his hips lifting and rolling to try and get more. It felt like he was being brushed with more than one feather this time.
"Do you like that?" Draco asked, feathered toy caressing Harry's balls now.
Harry nodded as he gasped, his hands clenching into fists. "More ...."
"Tell me what you want," Draco encouraged, eager himself but wanting this to be all about Harry.
"Anything, just more," Harry replied quickly and a little desperately, not wanting Draco to stop now.
"Anything?" Draco asked. He used the bundle of feathers to coat his own cock, too.
"Anything, Draco," Harry repeated, tugging on the cuffs now.
Draco moved up and crouched over Harry's face, rubbing the head of his prick against the man's lips. "Lick it," he whispered.
Harry leaned up the best he could, parting his lips and licking at the tip of Draco's cock, surprised when he tasted something out of the ordinary. He leaned back and licked his lips, tasting more of it. "Honey?" he asked curiously, enjoying the taste.
Draco laughed in delight. "I did promise you dessert," he told him. "Honey dust."
"You did," Harry said, laughing before he leaned up to find Draco's cock again, licking away more of the sweet dust.
"Mmm," Draco hummed. "That's good."
Harry smiled and continued to lick for a few minutes before he leaned up further to pull more of him into his mouth. It was beginning to put a little strain on his shoulders, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle just yet.
Draco knelt there, watching while Harry sucked him. It felt so very good. He was still a bit in awe that the two of them were together. He kept the position until he was very wet and hard and ready to move before he came too soon. "Now it's my turn," he said.
Harry let himself lay back on the bed and licked his lips, the taste of the honey lingering. "Good," he murmured, waiting for his next move.
Draco chuckled at the smug tone of the other man, moving down to lick the honey dust from Harry's nipples.
Harry was expecting Draco to do a little more than this, his hips rolling once again. "Draco ...."
Draco hummed around the flesh in his mouth.
"Stop teasing," Harry finally moaned, needing more.
Draco lifted his head, blowing on the wet nipple he had just been sucking. "You in a hurry?" he chided. "Tell me what you want, then."
"You know bloody well what I want!" Harry exclaimed, scowling in frustration.
This was fun, Draco decided as he licked lower, cleaning the dust from Harry's belly as he went. "So now for my big sweet," he declared when he reached Harry's cock.
"Get on with it," Harry insisted.
Draco grinned. "Pushy bottom," he said before using his tongue to lick a long stripe up the underside of the other man's cock.
"Shut up," Harry managed to whisper, a small shudder going up his spine.
"Oh, but I think you want my mouth open, don't you," Draco purred, continuing the long licks along the shaft.
"Yeah, don't stop," Harry groaned, lifting his hips. "Suck me ...."
That made Draco's body shiver in delight. Harry Potter begging him for it was just what he wanted. "Yes," he answered and licked the sticky crown, swirling his tongue.
Harry moaned loudly in relief, wishing he could reach to slide his fingers into Draco's soft hair. "That's good," he murmured, trying to thrust up into his mouth.
"Keep talking, tell me what to do," Draco told him, the tip of his tongue licking the slit on top of Harry's cock.
"Take more inside your mouth," Harry said immediately, biting his lip.
Draco slid his mouth over the head, sucking lightly.
"Suck harder," Harry whimpered, feeling his toes curl.
"Mmm," Draco agreed, sucking and licking enthusiastically now, bobbing his head to take more inside.
"Yes," Harry hissed softly, thrusting as much as he could up into Draco's mouth. Now that things were going his way, he was liking this a lot more; even if he couldn't touch Draco like he wanted.
Draco lost himself in honey-flavoured cock and the sounds of his lover.
Harry's hips had started to tremble, his moans increasing until he had to bite down on his lip again to quiet himself. "I'm close," he mumbled, as he continued panting hard.
Draco drew back, no longer touching the blindfolded and tied man whose cock bobbed as if to demand more.
"That doesn't mean stop!" Harry cried out, lifting his head to look down at where he knew Draco was. "Come on!"
Draco reached for his own wand then, bending his knee to position the tip of his wand at his own entrance and casting both Stretching and Lube Charms.
Harry was waiting for Draco to continue, only feeling the man move, but not reply. "Draco?" he asked. "Please don't stop now ...."
Draco straddled Harry's hips then. "No, not stopping," he answered. "Just changing positions."
Harry didn't feel Draco's fingers anywhere near him, so he assumed he would be the one fucking. Which was perfectly fine with him. "Gonna ride me?" he asked, relaxing back again with a smirk.
"Yes, tell me to and I will," Draco answered, reaching back to wrap long fingers around the man's cock and scooting back far enough to position it at his entrance.
"Fuck yourself on my cock," Harry ordered without hesitation, imagining the look Draco would get on his face once he heard the words. He would probably smirk and his cheeks would colour just a bit.
Harry would have been pleased to see just that and Draco trembled, rubbing the head of the man's cock against his hole. "Yes," he said. "Do you want to see me?"
"Yes, of course I do," Harry replied, hissing softly when he was teased once again. "I want to hold your hips, not to control you, but to feel just how much effort you're putting into this all for me."
Draco's wand was nearby and he took it, using it to release all the bindings.
It took Harry a short moment to realize that he was freed, but once he did he reached up to pull the blindfold away, blinking at sudden light. Draco's shape was blurry above him, but suddenly that didn't matter as he sat up and reached to cup the man's face in his hands, pulling him into a deep kiss.
Draco gasped, sliding down onto Harry's cock even as the man's tongue slid into his mouth.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, his hands moving down and holding the man's hips just like he said he wanted to. "Fuck yourself," he whispered against his lips.
Every time Harry spoke like that, Draco could nearly come just from the heat it sparked inside him. "Oh, yes, fucking myself on your cock," he gasped, rocking up and back now, feeling the burn and pleasure of flesh in flesh.
Harry's eyes slid shut as he kissed down along the side of Draco's face and neck. "Yes, Draco," he encouraged, burying his face in his neck, his hands tightening around the man's hips. He was still holding back, wanting Draco to feel like he was in control.
"Yes, more, yes," Draco growled, his own cock bouncing against Harry's belly as he worked his hips.
Harry kissed and nipped at the skin, sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark of his own. He usually didn't go that far, knowing that leaving visible marks would lead to questions being asked at work, but right now he didn't care. He felt he needed to claim Draco as his, and if this was the only way to do it, then so be it. He reached to wrap his fingers around Draco's cock, stroking him as the man continued to move, his own hips beginning to thrust up.
"Yes, ohhhh," Draco cried out, loving every touch, every nip of his flesh and most certainly, every thrust. His head spun with the pleasure of it as he got closer to his orgasm.
Harry's hand sped up along with his hips, thrusting up hard with each one of Draco's movements. "So close," he gasped, using the hand that was gripping Draco's hip to pull him down faster as well, unable to control himself. "Come with me!"
Draco groaned as he thrust himself down, impaling himself as far onto Harry as he could, coming in long spurts between them.
It was the mixture of Draco's final groan and his thrust that triggered Harry's orgasm. His arms tightened around Draco before he lay back on the bed, still shuddering.
Draco collapsed atop him, face pressed to Harry's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, body shuddering in the aftermath.
Harry sighed in satisfaction, just holding Draco as close as possible. His skin felt sticky from the mixture of honey dust and sweat, but he didn't seem to care about it at all. "That was fun," he finally whispered, running his hand up and down Draco's back.
Fun did not even begin to cover it. Draco sighed contentedly. He moved up so that he could let the other man slide from his body.
"I'll assume that was you agreeing with me," Harry murmured, chuckling softly.
"Do you always top from the bottom?" Draco asked, smirking as he lay down beside him.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the question, blushing just a little. "I don't think I had much of a choice in this case?"
Draco laughed at that. "So next time, you tie me up," he suggested.
"Next time," Harry replied, smiling at him. He had never tried something as bold as this before, but it made him curious now. "It surprised me that you still wanted me to be in control, though."
Draco flushed, looking down for a minute. "I ... I enjoy it when you ... tell me," he admitted.
"That much was obvious," Harry said, looking amused as he reached to tilt Draco's head up again.
Draco looked into those green eyes and swore that alone made him aroused again. "Does that ... bother you?"
"Course it doesn't bother me," Harry said, sliding an arm around Draco's waist. "If it did, do you think I'd still be this interested in you?"
"Why are you interested in me?" Draco asked, not able to control a second blush at the question.
"Hm," Harry hummed and then Summoned his wand, waving it to clean up the mess on them first. Then he Summoned his glasses and slipped them on, staring at Draco. "Well. You're unpredictable, for one."
Draco smiled at both the way Harry took charge even then and at his words. "And?"
"You're gorgeous," Harry added, grinning. "That's all that should matter, right?" He was joking, but this really was a loaded question. He had to think hard about it.
Draco was hoping for more and kicked himself mentally for it. If this was just a fling for Potter, he shouldn't get his hopes up.
Harry could tell that wasn't what Draco was looking for, so he continued, leaning in closer as he spoke again, "And ... at some moments, I can just ... I can see you and I together. For years to come. I might be being a little too optimistic, but ...." He swallowed and blushed, taking a deep breath. "Is it strange to have memorised your little quirks by now?"
Draco smiled, almost shyly then, his heart speeding up at the implications. "My quirks?" he whispered.
"Yeah. Those little things you do. Like when we're eating out, you almost always wipe your mouth with the napkin after your third bite. You smirk and blush whenever I say something that you like. Your nose scrunches up just a little and your cheeks almost completely flush when you're close to coming. The only other time your nose scrunches up like that is when you hear or see something disgusting. But it's usually not done exactly the same way," Harry said slowly, watching the man for his reaction. He was trained to be very observant, so he could always say he couldn't help it.
The flush then must have been brilliant, Draco thought. Harry words brought him as much pleasure now as his body had before. He was shocked and delighted. He was so overwhelmed he didn't know what to say to that so he leaned in and kissed Harry.
Harry kissed Draco back softly, reaching up to cup the other man's cheek. "I think that means you're happy."
Draco nodded, pressing his forehead to Harry's and closing his eyes. "Yes," he whispered, "very."
***
Draco and Harry starting spending more time together but were careful to usually pick nights when Ron was spending time with Hermione. Ron knew that Harry had become friends with Draco but still didn't know it was more than that.
And they were still working secretly on perfecting the Animagus Spell. Draco had had a near success the last time when the hair on his body had grown thicker. He had worried he would have to shave the white-blond fur but a "Finite Incantatem" had sent it away, although not before Harry had tried petting it.
Now they were at Harry and Ron's flat, pizza box empty and trying again to change into animals.
Harry leaned back into the sofa, his feet on top of the coffee table. Figuring out how to change into an animal was definitely just as hard as he thought it would be, but it was fun. Especially since he got to spend more time with Draco.
"Okay," he said, tapping his wand against his chin. He looked up at Draco, smirking. "Try again?"
"If I end up with fur that won't go away, it's your fault," Draco smirked and stood in the centre of the room, wand ready.
"Sure, I'd help you shave every day," Harry said, grinning at him. "Go on and do it again."
Draco snorted at the image of Harry shaving him and thought he was a real pervert that he found it vaguely erotic to think about. He had to push the thought away to try to focus on the spell. He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths and then cast the spell. He felt the tingling in his skin again and then, to his surprise, a kind of spinning and stretching as he changed.
Harry jumped up when Draco actually began to shift, never having seen him go past growing hair. "Draco," he whispered, stepping around the table to get a closer look.
Draco looked up and then jumped -- literally -- when he found Potter seemed huge and looming over him. He was on all fours and when he looked down he could see his "hands" were now white paws. What was he? Was he a leopard? He didn't feel like one.
Harry got down onto his knees and blinked a few times. No, his eyes were not deceiving him, Draco was definitely far from a leopard. He snorted before he burst out laughing, falling back on his arse. A rabbit. Draco Malfoy was a white rabbit!
Draco hopped around in agitation. He couldn't see what he looked like and Potter was laughing. He sounded very loud.
Harry sat back after a few minutes, trying to calm himself down, but once he saw Draco hopping around he burst out laughing again. "Come here, bunny!" he managed to say in between his giggles, holding his arms out for Draco.
Draco felt his nose wrinkle up and twitch, whiskers with it. He could understand what Potter was saying. Bunny? No, not him. He was not a rabbit!
Harry could tell what Draco was doing, even as a rabbit. It was adorable. "Yes, you're a rabbit," he said, crawling over and reaching out to pick him up carefully.
Large hands reached for him and Draco trembled. His eyes grew wide and his ears -- yes, oh, Gods, his ears twitched.
"Aww, you know I won't hurt you," Harry murmured, sitting back and setting Draco down in his lap. He began to pet him, scratching Draco behind his ears, the amused smile still on his face. "So, not exactly a leopard, but I suppose this'll do."
Oh, the petting felt so good! And the scratching, and oh, yes, there! Draco felt the length of his ears as Harry's fingers slid over them. And his bottom wriggled in delight.
Harry chuckled and laid back on the floor, resting Draco on his chest as he continued to pet him. "Hm, I could get used to this," he murmured, looking up at him.
Draco relaxed into the other man's touch, the feeling of those fingers stroking his fur similar to that when Harry played with his hair -- but everywhere! He was relaxed and feeling amazingly content when he heard a sound, his long ears standing up and moving to catch the sound of footsteps on the stairs.
"You hear something? Well, of course you could." Harry ran his fingers back up Draco's hair as he sat up a little, looking over at the door. He heard the next footstep and knew it had to be Ron. There was no way he'd be able to get Draco out of here before he came inside, so he grabbed the man's wand and slid it up his sleeve to hide it.
Draco hopped off of Harry's lap and further away from the door.
Ron opened the door and stepped into the room. "Hey, mate! What's up?"
Harry watched Draco hop away before he got up, grinning when he saw Ron. "Hey, nothing's going on, just sitting around." He shrugged and glanced around, hoping there wasn't any clue that someone else was here.
"What's that?" Ron asked.
"What's what?" Harry asked, playing dumb.
"You had pizza and didn't leave me any?' the ginger-haired man asked, opening the box to look inside.
"Ah, sorry, mate," Harry said, patting his stomach. He had to remember that Ron always did get distracted with food first. "I was so hungry. I could get more."
"You never eat this much on your own," Ron said, frowning. "Don't tell me Malfoy was here again. What's with that? You two seem awfully chummy these days."
Harry shrugged, forcing himself not to glance around the room for the rabbit that was his boyfriend. "He's a good friend," he said, not sure of what else to say.
"Hey, I know he changed sides and all, but really," Ron complained, falling back onto the sofa. "It's not like he isn't still a total prat."
Harry frowned and reached for the pizza box, picking it up to take it out to the garbage. "But that's a part of who he is," he said, curiously glancing around as he walked.
Draco was under the coffee table, peeking out and, of course, listening in on the conversation.
"So he makes things, and yeah, he's kind of clever at that," Ron said grudgingly. "But he's still arrogant and smug and always yanking our chain."
"I've gotten used to it," Harry said, smiling a little when he saw Draco. "It's not so hard to once you get to really know him."
Ron frowned and then his eyes fell on the white rabbit. "What is that?" he asked, eyes wide.
Harry bit his lip, easily figuring out what the man was looking at. "Well, that's obvious, Ron. It's a rabbit."
Ron made a confused face. "Why is there a rabbit in our front room?" he asked as he leaned over and reached for him.
Draco squeaked and hopped backwards, thumping into the underside of the coffee table as he did. He wasn't used to how strong his back legs were.
Harry winced and got down on his knees in front of the table, reaching to pick Draco up before Ron could get to him. "I've always wanted a rabbit, didn't you know that?" he lied, rubbing where Draco hit his head.
Draco lifted his head into Harry's fingers and regarded Weasley suspiciously. The man seemed very big at the moment.
"Since when? And won't he crap on the floor and stuff?" Ron asked.
"No, he's well trained," Harry assured Ron, smirking slightly. "Isn't that right?" He nudged his nose against Draco's before he could stop himself.
Draco wiggled his own nose and his bottom at the same time.
Ron reached over to pet him and Draco nipped his fingers. "Bloody beast," Weasley complained.
"You'll just have to get used to him," Harry said, grinning.
"The little bugger bit me," Ron continued to complain, sucking on his injured finger.
Draco wriggled and then hopped out of Harry's hands to the floor.
"Oh, you've had worse happen to you," Harry huffed, rolling his eyes as he glanced at Ron's finger. He didn't reach to pick Draco up again when he hopped out of his hands, letting him go.
"I think that thing hates me," Ron grumbled. He looked warily down at the rabbit. "Do that again and I'll have rabbit mittens for winter."
"No, you will not," Harry said seriously, glaring at Ron. That was his boyfriend he was talking about!
The rabbit hopped over to Ron and peed on his shoes.
Ron yelped and tried to kick Draco.
Harry wasn't sure of what Draco was doing at first, but once he realized it he quickly reached out for him and pulled him out of the way before Ron could hurt him. "Dra ... Drury!" Harry quickly said, tapping the rabbit on the nose.
Ron was shouting curses and kicking his shoes off.
Draco squeaked at the painful hit to his sensitive nose. He glared at Potter, tempted to bite him, too.
"Bad rabbit," Harry said, looking down at Draco. There was a small hint of a smile on his lips, but he didn't let it stay there too long.
"Oh, Ron, calm down! Are you a wizard or what?" Harry got his wand and whispered a quick cleaning spell, tidying up the floor and Ron's shoes. "There!"
Ron huffed. "It stays in your room then."
"Fine with me," Harry replied, gently rubbing his thumb over Draco's nose now in apology.
Draco relaxed into that touch again, rubbing eagerly back.
Harry petted him for a few more minutes before he moved to get up, still holding Draco close. "I'm going to head off to bed now. Talk to you tomorrow, Ron," he said, walking off to his room and stepping inside. He closed the door behind him and locked it, pulling his wand out to murmur a Silencing Charm so that he wouldn't be heard.
Draco was pleased, smirking even in rabbit form. He'd never gotten to spend the night at Harry's flat with him before.
"You really shouldn't do that again, next time," Harry started to say, setting Draco down on his bed. "It was funny, yes, but I might not be able to stop him then."
Draco couldn't say anything so he didn't, just twitching his nose and looking up at Harry. He had enjoyed that. Now he wanted to be petted again.
Harry sighed and undressed, sitting down next to him on the bed with only his boxers on. He set their wands on the side table and then laid back on the bed, pulling Draco closer. "But you're just too adorable for me to stay mad at," he said, reaching over to pet him again.
Draco hopped onto Harry's chest and wriggled under his hand again. He perched there, enjoying the caresses until he found himself oddly aroused. Well, being aroused by Harry's touch wasn't odd, but being a rabbit while being aroused -- that was.
Harry was oblivious to how this was affecting Draco. He did find it strange that he was petting a rabbit in bed, but then he'd just think that this was his Draco. "It's so soft," he whispered, closing his eyes.
Draco began to wriggle his bottom more, rubbing his arousal against the man's body underneath him.
Harry opened his eyes when he felt Draco moving, lifting him up above himself curiously. "What are you doing?" he asked, tilting his head, even though he knew Draco couldn't reply.
Draco dangled -- literally -- legs kicking in the air and little pink cock jutting from his fur.
Harry looked down when he kicked, his eyebrows furrowing when he noticed the pink prick in between all the white fur. He stared and then blushed, resting Draco down on his chest again. "You ... uh, change back."
Draco huffed and then concentrated. Nothing happened. He was still a rabbit.
Harry waited, his eyes widening when Draco didn't change back immediately. "You do want to change back, right?" he asked, picking him up and setting him down on the bed.
Draco hopped in a little circle -- kind of a rabbit equivalent of pacing. He tried to focus again, imagining his normal self. He was very distracted by his current arousal.
Harry bit his lip nervously, just wanting to know that he could change back, and that he wouldn't have a rabbit as a lover for the rest of his life. He shook his head, not even wanting to think about how that would work. "Do you need some kind of motivation?"
Draco nodded, ears standing up.
"Okay, for one, I don't want to fuck or be fucked by a rabbit," Harry said, getting that out in the open. He wasn't even sure how it would happen, but again, he was forcing himself not to think about that. "I prefer you, the real you. How's that?"
Draco thumped his back feet in annoyance. He didn't know how this worked. They had been so focused on getting the spell to work, they hadn't thought a lot about how to stop it.
"I'm sure it won't be so hard once you get it," Harry encouraged, reaching to pet Draco again. "Think you can fall asleep like this?"
Draco shivered at that touch, but lay his chin on his paws in resignation. He was a damn horny little rabbit and couldn't do a thing about it.
Harry continued to pet him, realising that this probably wasn't helping him with his little "problem" but he really couldn't help it. It made him feel bad, though. "Close your eyes and just relax," he whispered, pulling his hand away so he couldn't he distracted.
Draco's ears drooped. Harry was mostly naked, wanting him and they were alone. And Draco was horribly frustrated.
"I'm sorry," Harry said softly, reaching to pick up one of his ears.
Draco shivered at the touch and scooted closer, pressing against Harry's side and closing his eyes.
"Just get some sleep, Draco," Harry murmured, reaching for the blanket. He was glad he had locked the door, so Ron wouldn't be able to walk in on him sleeping with a rabbit. "You'll be back by the time we wake up."
***
In the morning, Draco woke to find Potter was right. He was himself again. His body curled against his lover's, face pressed into his chest. As a rabbit, Potter had smelled even better to him than he normally did -- which was amazing to begin with. Now that sense of smell seemed to linger as he nuzzled Harry.
Harry woke up with a yawn, surprised when he felt someone nuzzling him. He blinked and turned over, looking surprised when he saw Draco. They had only ever slept together in the other man's bed, so this was a change. "All human again, I see," he murmured.
Draco blushed, rolling his eyes. "Yes," he said, "though I can't believe I turned into a bloody rabbit."
"Why was that?" Harry asked, looking amused. "I mean, really, leopard ... rabbit. Not exactly the same."
"Git," Draco complained, shaking his head. "You'd better not tell a soul."
"Well, technically Ron knows," Harry said, laughing. "And brilliant thing you did yesterday, pissing on his shoes."
Draco grinned at that. "Loved that part myself," he agreed. "I can't believe he is still such an arse about me."
"He's Ron," Harry said, as if that was the answer to it all. "Should've been here when I told him Ginny and I were through. And then when I told him I fancied blokes. He overreacts, but he gets over it. Eventually."
Draco didn't look forward to how Ron would "overreact" when he found out about Harry and himself. Right now, he pushed that thought away. "One thing was the same as a rabbit as now," Draco whispered, pressing his body against Harry's to show him.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, reaching to run a hand down Draco's spine. "I felt sorry that I couldn't help you yesterday, but trust me. It was for our own good."
"How is that?" Draco asked, rubbing his, now thankfully much larger, arousal against Harry's hip.
"You were a rabbit," Harry said simply, reaching to push down his own shorts. "Just would've been weird."
Draco smirked, leaning to nip his lover's chin. "I thought you liked weird," he whispered.
"We all have our limits," Harry murmured, turning to kiss him properly. "Undress."
Draco grinned and quickly did as Harry told him, his cock bouncing against his belly as he lay back.
"I prefer your cock, anyway," Harry said, moving down Draco's body to easily suck him into his mouth. He thought of it like an apology for not going on the night before.
"Mmm," Draco responded, fingers plunging into the thick dark hair of his lover. "Yes, that's good."
Harry closed his eyes and concentrating on sucking him off, his head bobbing slowly.
Draco lay back, delighting in Harry's hot wet mouth on him. Eyes closed, he sighed and gasped and pulled gently on his lover's hair.
It amused Harry to think that Ron was just in the next room, unable to hear what was happening. He opened his eyes and sucked harder, wanting Draco to make louder noises, almost wishing his best friend could hear. Sure he'd be flustered and mad, but at least he'd know who owned Malfoy.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped. Then he was coming, groaning as his balls tightened and his body shuddered.
Harry swallowed and moved up before Draco had even finished shuddering, pressing his lips against the man's. "Mm, wanted to do that since yesterday," he murmured.
Draco licked those still slick lips of his lover, humming in delight. He reached between them, fingers wrapping around Harry's shaft. "Now what do you want?" he whispered, spreading his legs invitingly.
Despite wanting to fuck Draco into the sheets, Harry held back, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Ron woke up and went about waking Harry up. "Suck me off for now," he whispered in reply, running his fingers over Draco's lips. He moved up so that he was straddling Draco's chest, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow.
Draco smirked, body shivering from the desire he felt for that hot man kneeling on top of him. He kept his eyes on Potter's face as he wrapped fingers around him and licked the crown of his cock.
"Mm, more," Harry said quietly, shuffling up to try and slip more of his cock into Draco's mouth.
The angle was awkward but the view was hot and Draco did his best to lick and suck, hands coming up to squeeze Harry's arse as he did.
Harry reached to grip Draco's hair, his eyes sliding shut as he leaned over him. His hips began to thrust gently, but not enough to choke him. "Yes, that's perfect," he gasped.
Draco loved it when Harry praised him and it spurred him to do more, humming happily as he sucked.
Harry only had to thrust a few more times before he was coming, groaning loudly and going still. He thought he almost slipped back into Draco's throat, and that only made him shudder harder.
Draco swallowed, and kept his mouth working even if the angle made it hard to get it all and some leaked out the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks.
Harry slowly pulled back, looking down at Draco and licking his lips. "That's a nice look on you," he commented softly, reaching to catch a bit of the come on his thumb before offering it to Draco.
"You on me," Draco answered breathlessly, sucking Harry's thumb into his mouth then.
"How it should be," Harry murmured, wiping the rest off of his face and giving it to him the same way until he was clean.
Draco caressed Harry's arse and thighs as the man knelt atop him. He licked his lips as Harry pulled his thumb from his mouth again.
Harry moved back, sitting down on Draco's thighs. "So. Now that we're awake ... hungry?"
Draco chuckled. "I just ate."
Part 3